If I were the type of person who remained speechless at shocking times, i'd be speechless. absolutely.

I'm probably 10 months behind on this post.  A while ago (oh, say 10 months ago) I heard of Pajama Jeans (PJ, k?  you don't expect me to keep typing 'pajama jeans,' do you?  That's like a tongue twister for my wrists) and I was a little depressed.  Kinda like, okay I know the Snuggie made it big, but that was a long stretch and they're going out faster than you can say 'Snuggies for kids and dogs.'  But you, PJ?  You're not going to make it big.  Maybe in a van down by the river.  But the only thing big about that is the super sized meals four times a day.

Today I reheard of the PJs and became increasingly sad.  Why?  Because I received a catalog (look it up if you're less than twenty years old) in the mail today for Mother's Day that had PJ all over it.  Damn scammers!  They are trying to convince mY HUSBAND that it is okay for ME to wear jeans during the day then while you sleep, then THEN pajamas at night then when you wake up all day.  They're trying to get him to buy it!

Let's be clear.  There are those days that I bum around the house all day and wear my pajamas until it's time to go to bed again.  Those are the days that I apologize profusely to Mr Incredible for being an embarrassing contributor to society and his family and promise myself that I will never forgive myself if he needs to go on prozac at some point in time.  All because I wore my pajamas too long.  That happens about once a week and Mr Incredible doesn't even notice.

Then there are the nights where I drink one bottle too many of wine and coincidentally fall asleep in my jeans, just to wake up the next morning to get on another pair of jeans.  This is not okay either, but hey.  it happens.

All of this being said, I'm starting to like the concept.  joke.  JOKE.  relax.

Do they come in skinny jeans?